Unbeknown Paedobaptist

All you stalkers who desperately want to find out what size my feet are and who I love etc. I am afraid you will be upset. I cannot reveal my deepest secrets like that on a "blogspot" because this is a free-for-all. in another words anyone can read this and sell my deepest secrets to some random newspaper (probably the Guardian who always get a mention).

I spent the majority of my day doing a Rugby Analysis which I must confess was not the most exciting time of my life. Hope all of you are in good health. I am deciding whether to write something of worth tonight and whether I am in the right frame of mind. Wait with bated breath....

You may be contentedly sitting at your computer desk or maybe in your office reading this post and chuckling that you are not as insane as I am. From the beginning to the end I must seem both random and weird. I assure you, those suspicions are true but I cannot help this.
"Unbeknown Paedobaptist" is the title and the reasons I chose to call my "Diary" this are numerous.
Firstly, it is a googlewhack. A googlewhack I hear you cry? Well yes exactly. Some random man (or woman) made up a game on Google. Typing in two random words you are to get up only one result from the search. Now I am unable to do this but the aforementioned Jon, who also has one of these "blogspots" is an expert. He found many and this became his particular favourite. It also happens to be my favourite and so I have adopted it for reasons I will explain now...
Unbeknown means "Occurring or existing without the knowledge of" and I reckon that is me perfectly expressed. I am often ignored (especially when David Brent is on the menu) and often my crisis times go unbeknown to anyone but myself. The comfort I take is that I have a God who watches me every step of my life (not because of anything I have done to deserve it) and so therefore I am not unbeknown to him.
Being a Christian there are many different aspects to my life that people might find to be different. Even within Christian circles (although the Church is one in Christ) there are differences. Baptism is one of them.
Some people baptise only those who have professed faith in Christ. But my denomination is different. We also baptise the infants of believers (one or both) who profess faith in Christ and obedience to him. This is because they are within the covenant. I do not have the time to do the topic justice in any manner but tomorrow I will explain the reasons for the baptism of the infants of believers.

So remember this and remember googlewhacking is a sport if ever you are bored...

Seeing as this "Blogspot does not have the ability to allow others to communicate to me I will have to answer my own question.
As I poked my angelic head (:-)) into this world my parents, on realizing that I was a boy named me James Peter. With my fathers surname being "Leverton" I became officially known as "James Peter Leverton".
Without claiming to have the greatest name in the history of great names I can say that I am quite content.
James means supplanter but in this twisted and weird world I have reason to be content. I am always told opposites attract and if so then I am the perfect match for my name. Another reason for me to make this judgement is the way people (especially politicians) say one thing and do the complete opposite. So my name suggests one thing and my character another. Supplanter literally means "one who wrongfully or illegally seizes and holds the place of another" so I'll let you judge my character on the basis that I am totally the opposite to that description.
Peter means "The Rock" as it is in the bible so stated. Ok, here I have a confession, at the moment I am not really a rock more bordering on a "pebble" but come on that's a start surely. I don't have much more to say about that for my middle name is often a neglected part of my life.
Leverton means "from the rush farm" and there a couple of reasons why that is appropriate to me. I would say on a rush farm you have to be pretty hard working and if any word apart from "dude" summed me up it would be hard working. I guess hard working is two words but it sums me up in a nutshell (here we go again).
So all that leads me on to the way I am named. My parents call me James or Jim and I am perfectly happy with that. People on camp call me something like that or even turn to calling me "Jimmy Riddle". This is always taken in good humour. People from church name me James or jimbob again I am at complete ease with that.
But why do people from school call me "Lev". I have grown used to that but on consideration I think I was named James for a reason and Lev does not have quite the same ring to it. In fact... The meaning of the name Lev is "Heart". Now that would be fine if Lev sounded cool but it doesn't and now it rolls of the pupils tongue like a malteaser when your mouth is open and your tongue hanging out like a dogs... The rating for the name on http://www.baby-names-world.com/profile.php?seostats=1&name=Lev was 2/5. That is a shocker. Incidently, the name James was rated 5/5 and Peter rated 4/5 so why choose "Lev".
In any case rant over and I will adieu for now. Talk soon o you faithful crew...

This, I promise is the last post of this evening as I go out to the prayer meeting in a matter of minutes.
Whilst watching the BBC news at 6:00 having listened to all the Greg Dyke stuff they came to talk about the way people live. Now maybe some day I will develop the ideas further but at the moment I just want to tell you what a KIPPERS is...
Kids
In
Parents
Pockets
Eroding
Retirement
Savings
Now I ask all of you to think about how much your parents have done for you and remember to thank them for being there for you. I know i certainly wouldnt be here if it werent for my Mum and Dad and the way they have brought me up.

I am trying to work out how to allow people to comment on the posts that I make... this is proving to be a difficult task because even though I take GCSE ICT I dont have a clue how to start up this. If any of my friends (i.e Jon) know how to do this I beseech them to tell me how...

oh yeah... Greg Dyke is no longer director general of the BBC.... How interesting

I think the office must be one of the best Sitcoms in the last few years. It is original and embarassingly funny. Far be it from me to critisice any part of it (apart from some of the crude jokes) But I am beginning to wonder why people take it so seriously. They live their lives as if the were in the Office situation. It's a good program but then Lord of the Rings is a good film and how many people do you see going around dressed up as elves or dwarves even Wizards...? (that was a bad point I see plenty)
Love him or loathe him I am sure we would all agree that David Brent (yes, i know hes fictional) is not the best role model in Slough or for that matter anywhere. Granted, he is a funny man and for half an hour on the tele he can have anyone in fits of laughter but why oh why do people think that they can take David Brent out of the small box and become him themselves. We are all unique (so in that sense we are all the same by not being alike...) and I dont see how 56,000 David Brents are going to help anyone. I can deal with the occasional imitation (eg. that was "absolutely flabulous") but when people live their lives like him I mean thats just not on... Not only that but people, jokes can be worn out and that is certainly happening with me especially if they weren't even that funny in the first place. So what I am saying is by all means join in and laugh at "The Office" but please dont make it your life...
I would challenge the free thinking people of this world to imitate someone of worth. Humour is not the most important thing in life and certainly sitting with your feet up doing what "Des Ray" says is not the best way to live your life. Go out and do the best you can do for the talents you have been given and always try and be nice to everyone even if they are not nice to you.
Take for example a different role model a clean-cut well behaved polite and hard working fellow and every now and then be a humourous person... More so I would challenge you all to look at the life of Jesus and take him as your role model.
So follow your dreams (unless its the one where you are naked during a fire drill at work) and try at all times to be unique. Pretending to be someone who you arent... especially someone who isn't even someone (hes just fiction)... is not the best way to live your life.
Maybe I am completely wrong but you know I have my opinion.. dont overuse "The Office". :-s
Someone who more gets across the point is Jon when he talks about us making our mark in this lazy world. See his "blogspot" for this

Micael Howard obviously does not know my improtance or the power I have with this "blogspot" to sway peoples ideas.... In any case what I am saying is that he has not emailed me back yet to my great distress. I might also email the other (Tony and Charlie) and see who happens to be the most promt in replying...
My political capability is of nothing compared to my dear Baptist friend but hopefully lengthy replies will give a greater knowledge of what these men are actually about (probably nothing much)

Well, I guess it is my job to keep you informed on what I am doing with my life as it slowly passes by. I went for a walk in the snow which was nice then I had a nice lunch and watched a nice television programme but to tell you the truth I am waiting for something to happen and that is for the leader of the conservatives Michael Howard to reply to an email I sent him earlier on today. When and indeed if he replies I will be delighted to tell you what he says to me...
As you can see these "Blogspots" aren't really that bad its becoming a slight obsession for me... :-s and I encourage every not so level minded individual to make one of these. You never know, you might win and award from the prestigious "Guardian Newspaper" which is always an exciting prospect. I don't feel I am on the way to achieving that but you never know the Telegraph may decide to enter the fray.
I am told I am a chronic procrastinator and I am certainly living up to that by continually adding pointless posts to this my "daily diary"..... Goodbye for now

Whatever your parents say about "O Levels" and the old "A Levels" being harder than their modern day equivalents don't believe them. I officially have proof that teachers today expect far more of us.
As you will probably have guessed I am yet again off school due to the treacherous conditions on the roads coming into cambridge (I reckon my teachers are just lazy). In any case, having got up early expecting to attend school I decided to do something useful. So i turned on the Mission Impossible theme tune and turned to my Biology Homework. Reading it I became more and more astonished... "Your mission, should you choose to accept it..." this was indeed strange to me it sounded reamarkably similar to the words used in the film of the theme tune i was listening to. Intrigued i read on and found that I had to "Save the Earth". Now I dont claim to be Tom Cruise or anything like (for one thing I am not on my second serious relationship) but what I'm trying to say is thats impossible. Not even Tom Cruise could save the earth because hes just a stupid human. Well, it didnt prove too hard really I just had to divert an asteroid the size of Jupiter that was abouty to hit the earth.... I hope everyone out there is grateful, i saved the earth and the other 28 people in my class are in the process of doing so in the next week. And so my point is that school in this day and age is remarably taxing on the physical and mental aspect of every poor student.
Well thats it apart from relating to you the strange occurance of the instructions for my biology homework burning into ashes as soon as I had read them.....

I have noticed a few things on my pondering things this morning.
On a serious note: With the snow and all that making the countryside look beautiful I cannot help but wonder afresh at the beauty of Gods creation. And even in this beauty the world is tainted by sin so its hard to imagine what Gods perfect world would be like... nothing less than perfect I am sure.
On a whinging note I would like to coment on the altogether togetherness of "The Netherhall School". Why is it that yesterday when all the schools were closed they waited till I personally had walked for no less than 10 minutes to get to school before they announced the closure of the school. No less today, when they happened to be the last school yet again to announce its closure. Even if none of you out there care 10 minutes is precious time in my ever busy life.....
So thats two points I am afraid at the moment I have no witty comments or anything especially interesting but I am sure you "blogger" fans can cope and if ever you feel bored on this may I invite you to look over the blogspot (if i can work out the way to put links on this increasingly stupid site) of a genius.... (well thats what he told me)

And in the last post "this" in the first paragraph was meant to mean "updating blogspots" instead of what could be wrongly translated as "saxaphones in Lisbon" being addictive. i do apologise this indeed proves to be a confusing mess and I really shouldnt have brought the Blogspot to attention in the first place.... :-s

Firstly, before anyone makes a misguided judgement of myself I must say i didnt look in on the "Saxaphones in Lisbon" Blogspot i noticed it with a caption of foreign writing on one of my special things that I have with this thing. I must also confess that this becomes addictive (well not really addictive) but along those lines...
Now, I was reading the Saturday telegraph (and again here I apologise to the Guardian for that is my preffered paper along with "the times") and I came across an article on the recently ousted leader of the "Conservatories" (There I credit Jon who is indeed a most witty fellow not forgetting gracious) Iain Duncan Smith. The title reads... "Moaning loser Duncan Smith sets his sights on Heath's 'longest sulk' title". The article goes on to talk about his outbursts at the "metropolitan media" and the like and quotes some old todger from the sadly ageing party... "There are two kinds of loser - those who moan... and those who move on" IDS (As he was so aptly named) is obviously joining the first bracket. Which leads me nicely onto the point I want to make. Our MPs are moaning men (and women for they moan far harder) and I am suprised we allow them to run our country. To mention a couple... do we all remember John (The Norman) Prescott punching some innocent man who only threw an egg in his face. That made me laugh. I also remember the labour party conference and the rift between our President (for the americans amongst us) or Prime Minister as he is properly called and the dear Chancellor. During Tonys speech amidst all the gleefully (somewhat charasmatic) clapping of the Labour faithful, (Flash) Gordon sat with a moody countenance. The papers gleefully named him "Gordon Frown" and I am inclined to agree. In this country where all the votes in the commons break poor old Cheries husband into the same embarassed sweat that he broke into while his wife sang to him in the far east, I feel that our MPs should be a more happy bunch of people like Robin hoods band of merry men. The problem being.. that Robin Hood stole from the rich and gave to the poor.... our government steal from everyone to make themselves rich.
Well thats all for today and who would have thought that I would have made four average posts by the end of the day. Although Im not sure how much sense ths one makes it was in a rush. And to be honest I am closer to 13 WPM than 172 WPM but who cares?!?!

I wish I could say my estimation of these "Blogspots" has rocketed on the finding that the Guardian does a yearly awards ceremony for the most attractive/ wittiest etc. "Blogspot". But unfortunately this discovery makes me think worse of the Guardian than anything else. And besides I feel sorry for the guy who had to read through all of them and decide the winner for each category. What a poor man.. or woman.

I was asked the other day to describe my life in a nutshell. Well, after thinking about it I have come to the conclusion that life in a nutshell would be pretty much the same for anyone. There would be the usual considerations of the texture inside the nutshell and then frantically try to get out of it. It would be funny to walk past a nutshell with someone in with the moans of "I'm in a nutshell, get me out of here!" (Could even put celebrities in them and get Ant and Dec to host the Show...) So why did someone coin the phrase "...in a Nutshell" Not that I really care or anything like that...

This really is a stupid site. I can see why people of the same low level of self esteem (like me) would be prepared to make mockery of themselves and others on this site but people are obsessed. And some of these people are fully grown adults. This appears to be their life. After browsing some of the bloggers that are more regularly updated and have a large number of hits to their name I was not impressed. "Saxaphones in Lisbon" was the title of one of the "blogspots" and was in portuguese I would presume. This means this is a world wide phenomenan. Another "blogspot" was called "Fish Swim". Now I am not claiming to have a great title (i even stole it from some genius but the stories I can write on it are varied and interesting) but why call your "blogspot" "fish swim"? Some people do confuse me. Most of the sites (and I believe mine is also) are a waste of time. They tell us how many weetabix people ate for breakfast or what the weather is like. So, as I start doing this I dont have a clue what i am going to do and cant believe I can be bothered to do so.
I think there are a few problems with blogger. Why for instance do we see the most recently loaded topic up first. What if someone is doing a running commentary. We have to start at the bottom and then move upwards. Not only is this time consuming but it is also stupid. OK I have found one problem but I am sure there are more.
I see people can comment on different posts and some people have music playing on their "Blogspots". Apparently you need to download skins and do all other sorts of mental stuff to make it work. It would be good however, seeing as I feel like (and I probably am) I'm talking to myself here.

I went out and did some sledging again this afternoon this time with some school friends. I dont understand why all males feel that fighting is a neccessity to impress. Now I am not saying I am not like this but it would depend on who there is to impress. Male Animals fight to impress females and get a mate and i assume thats the underlying principle of why men do. But my friends decided it was fun to impress big fat boys by doing this. Anyway.. what this rant is leading to is to draw your attention to the fact that I was smashed in the side of the face by someones bony knee cap. The "throb" is still resounding in my ear and I feel a swelling will come on.

I was once told a long time ago that gloves were the second most important thing to wear in the snow after a hat. So today ignoring those words of infallible wisdom from my Dad i chose to not wear gloves whilst I went sledging. What an idiot I hear you cry and I am tempted to agree. My hands are now dropping off and with a day off school I have resorted to writing something on this stupid site. I dont even know what I am going to write day in and day out nor do I know why I am deciding to do this. I take comfort in the fact that Jon also has one of these but that is of little consequence. I do not promise to be whispering words of wisdom or that you will find anything of interest on this site but we shall see how it goes. Well my time is up here I bid you all a fond farewell until this evening...